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Master Mine Book 2: A Lesson in Love	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five
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Wednesday, May 9th
Hermione tossed the few items of clothing she brought into a dresser drawer Severus had designated as hers. She was gradually bringing more clothes over as she was spending so much time at the club these days. Snape worked so late all the time and Hermione didn’t feel it was right for him to have to floo to her at two in the morning only for her to get up at six, leaving him alone. The past couple weeks their routine was that he stayed with her on his nights off, and she stayed with him when he worked.
Because of this, she spent a lot of time in his flat doing the legal work for the club that they were now contracting her for. She had set herself up at his dining room table and, while it wasn’t as good as a desk, it worked for now. He would often pop in to check on her, allowing them stolen kisses and quiet moments together. Sometimes, he even tucked her in at night, which, when she was lucky, led to a quick shag or a few moments of him simply holding her as she dozed off.
Walking back to her make shift workspace, she contemplated what to work on first. The task she felt was most pressing, she needed some input from Severus or Lucius before taking it further. Figuring Snape might be in the office, she gathered up the forms.
Spotting a mirror, she walked over and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Her attention was immediately pulled to the bit of jewelry around her neck; a one-inch choker made of sterling silver with intricate filigree etchings which were representative of their relationship. Unless looked at very closely, the pattern was indiscernible and simply looked like something unique and pretty. But when studied up close, it was a beautiful crafting where each design represented a thought or a memory; A cane, a desk, a wand, a mask, a tea rose, a cauldron, a snake coiled protectively around a lion cub, a scales of justice, a riding crop as well as a sword, to name a few. It clasped in the back and, at the very front, a vibrant green garnet shone magnificently. The stone brought out the little golden-green flecks in her chocolate irises which Severus insisted was the driving force behind the choice of color. Hermione couldn’t be fooled, however. Green meant Slytherin, plain and simple.
Hermione stroked the collar and couldn’t contain her smile. It was such a sentimental offering. While Lucius’ collar had screamed Malfoy and all which that implied, this collar was inobtrusive and subtle. It was more personal and, while it wasn’t worth a small estate like her former collar, its sentimental value was priceless.
She and Severus had agreed that for now, she would only be required to adorn the collar when submitting but she was free to wear it at any time. While it had only been forty-eight hours since he had collared her, she had yet to take it off. It seemed to facilitate quite a splendid reaction from her Master whenever he spotted it gracing her slender neck and as such, she had no pressing gumption to remove it.
Fingers stroking the cool metal, Hermione fell back into her chair as the memory of Monday night made her smile. After her collaring, their guests had dispersed quickly, and Severus had promptly claimed her right there on the stage with candles flickering all around them. After he had made her suck his cock, he had ridden her hard on her hands and knees before turning her around to explode what seemed a larger amount of come than usual all over her breasts, face and belly. He then commanded her to rub his essence into her skin as though it were lotion. While she immediately did as instructed, it wasn’t until she saw the carnal heat in his eyes that she enjoyed the somewhat animalistic claim he was staking.
When he took her back to his flat, he drew her a bath and proceeded to bathe every bit of her slowly and reverently. Afterwards, he carried her to his bed where he brought her off three times with his mouth before making love to her to the point of another two orgasms and a state of practical delirium.
She felt a dampness in her knickers just from the memory. After a moment, she stood and prepared to head downstairs.
Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that liked to ride up her abdomen, she pulled the thin cotton down to meet her denims and slipped on her moccasins. She wouldn’t walk into the club like this, but she could scamper down the back stairs and hallway to the office without being seen.
When she made it to her destination, she knocked lightly on the closed door. It opened immediately, only instead of peering up into the obsidian irises of her lover, she met the cool blue steel of her prior master. It then dawned on her it was Wednesday, which had been a training night and a night he was usually at the club.
“Oh, Lucius! Hi,” she squeaked in surprise, peeking around him looking for Severus. She hated how awkward she felt.
“Severus is on the floor,” he explained slightly distractedly. Hermione noticed his gaze dip to her bare stomach before looking pointedly away.
She cursed internally, pulling the fabric down. “Ah, okay. I just…” She glanced down at the folders in her hands and, after a seconds thought, realized this might be just what she and Lucius needed. Strengthening her resolve, she met his gaze. “I have some paperwork I need one of you to help me with. Do you have a few minutes?”
He seemed to contemplate for a few seconds before stepping aside and gesturing for her to enter. It was not lost on her that he left the door open.
She moved to Severus’ desk and set the folders down before waving her wand causing them to multiply and self-organize into several stacks. After pulling what she needed from the first pile, she spread the forms before them. Tucking some fly away strands of hair behind her ear, she peeked up at him to see he had slipped on his reading glasses and was focusing on the paperwork.
The last time she had seen him in his glasses had been on Boxing Day when he had read the helium champagne bottle. That had been a full five months ago, but time had not changed her opinion. Lucius Malfoy looked damned sexy in glasses.
Scolding herself for her less than helpful thoughts, she looked back at the desk. “This document here,” she said quietly, “my new associate, Jonquil and I need the date you and Severus purchased the club.”
His irises moved to hers as he responded in an equally soft voice, “That’s simple enough.” She didn’t miss his subtle glance at her mouth and felt her throat suddenly go dry.
She looked back at the desk and pulled out another form. “Well, you see, here,” she pointed at the new form. “We also need you to list the dates of the charmed space enhancements of the club.” She lightly cleared her throat, its dryness eliciting a small cough.
“To what purpose?” he asked, his voice sounding a tad gruff as well.
She pulled out another form. “Well, here it shows increments of escalating tax payments you have paid over the years, which are supposed to correspond with the increased charmed square footage you’ve gradually added.”
Lucius sighed heavily, his focus now more invested in what she was showing him and less on her. It felt as though some of the tension in the air subsided which helped her relax a bit.
In a somewhat frustrated tone, he said, “The taxes on this place are ridiculous. It’s been a huge frustration with each addition. I hope you haven’t determined we owe more Galleons.”
“No, quite the opposite actually.” She looked up to see his eyebrows rise in obvious intrigue. “This is why I need the list of the enhancements, including the dates and the amount of space rendered with each one.” She stared at the forms for a second before explaining, “As you know, accounting is not my specialty, nor is it Jonquil’s either, so I could be wrong.” She hesitated before peeking back up at him apologetically. “But I’ve looked over your statements, Lucius… I think you’ve been overpaying.”
Lucius stared at her for several seconds before a playful grin that made her belly clench crept over his mouth. “Do keep talking, Miss Granger, I don’t think I’ve ever found you sexier than I do right now.”
When his grin morphed into a full smile, Hermione started to laugh. And it felt glorious.
“Here, let’s sit down,” he suggested as he pulled the chair out for her.
Once they were seated, she continued, “Okay, unless my calculations are wrong, and I don’t think they are, you’ve been paying property band 1c tax rates which are well above what you should be.” He scooted his chair a little closer, his brow crinkling as he looked closely at her figures. She added by way of clarification, “That’s what the higher end businesses on the west end of Diagon Alley pay.”
Lucius’ brow crinkled. “That can’t be correct. I remember filling out the original enhancement form myself. I listed The Dungeon as belonging to the 3b tax band specifically.”
Hermione nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, that would be correct. Although, since the local oversight committee no longer deems Knockturn Alley as developmental and has pretty much washed its hands of improving it, it might actually qualify as a 3d. At least for the past two years.”
Lucius was staring at her with wide eyes.
Hermione shrugged. “Lucius, I think the Ministry owes you at least 7500 Galleons in tax refunds for the past six years, if not more. Again, this is not my specialty.”
Lucius spun his chair around and opened a file drawer. He rifled through hanging folders before pulling out some parchment and reading through it. He nodded. “There, see?” He pointed at the form where he had previously written the club was in a designated 3b area.
Hermione shook her head at a loss. “I don’t know, Lucius. Maybe it was a mistake on the Ministry’s part? A clerical mistake probably.”
“Well, Severus and I employ a tax barrister who is supposed to be overseeing all this.” He thought for a moment. “If you are correct, he won’t be handling our taxes any longer.” He shook his head in dismay before looking at her as though he was in awe of what she had found. “Great job, Hermione. How did you even come to look at all this?”
Hermione shrugged. “I was reading a community bulletin I received via owl post. New zoning laws are being considered for retail areas along Diagon and Knockturn Alley that will require larger establishments that are over a certain square footage to provide more emergency exits. That got me thinking about the physical space vs. the charmed space here at the club...” She stopped talking when she found him smirking at her. “Oh, was that a rhetorical question?” she snapped playfully with a cocked brow.
Lucius laughed, “Not really, but I remember you calling yourself an overachiever and I think I’m finally realizing how true that assessment is. You are really something, Hermione Granger.”
Hermione couldn’t help the small blush from his praise and looked up to find his eyes bright and his smile genuine. They stared at each other for a minute until it was obvious their thoughts had moved from tax credits to more personal matters.
It was just about to become awkward when Hermione said just above a whisper, “Is it wrong for me to admit that I miss you, Lucius?”
Lucius’ eyes closed for a second. He swallowed and responded in an equally subdued and slightly pained voice, “I miss you too, Doll.” His tone took on a slight edge. “You’re happy, right? He… makes you happy?”
“I am, Lucius. Severus is…well, he’s not always easy but it’s good between us. Really good.”
It was such a quagmire. Lucius was happy that she was happy and yet a piece of him felt like it was dying as well. It was that small piece that still held out hope she would be his again someday.
Her fawn irises met his intense stare and with heartfelt conviction, she whispered, “The only part of my life that feels completely out of balance is the part that you used to occupy. I miss my friend Lucius so much! As much, if not more, than I miss Master Lucius.”
Once again, Lucius was taken off guard by her brutal honesty. He resisted the very strong urge to pull her into his arms and reassure her. If she wasn’t contracted to Severus, he would have. He knew better, though. He doubted she had permission to touch other men in the club, least of all him given their history.
He let out a tired exhale. “I’ve missed you as well, kitten. I’m sorry if I’ve acted…distant. I think we – or perhaps more accurately, I – simply need more time to adjust to our new circumstances.”
After a moment, he added reassuringly, “We’ll get there, though. You and Severus will be having weekly dinners at the Manor in no time.”
Hermione contemplated for a minute and then nodded. “I look forward to that. Hopefully, every Sunday.”
He chuckled. “If you wish it.”
“I do,” she responded playfully. “I miss Bilby’s brick oven pizza.”
Lucius’ eyes lit up in amused understanding. “Ahh, now I see. It’s not me you miss, but my house elf’s pizza.”
She shrugged. “Well, you’re a close second.”
He was grinning, his hand rubbing his chin. “I can’t say I’m surprised. Bilby is exceptionally good at his craft.”
There was another spell where neither said anything. After a minute, Hermione prodded, “Juliette is lovely. You seemed to be enjoying her company on Saturday.”
Lucius half smiled. “She and I have known each other for many years but only recently reconnected and began seeing each other socially. It’s very new.”
Hermione knew it was wrong, but she felt relief it wasn’t more than that. “Well, I only want your happiness, Lucius,” she added with a hint of a smile even though she knew she didn’t completely mean it just yet. She would, though. In time. He was right, time was exactly what they needed.
Curiosity about another witch prompted her to ask, “Natalia seemed like an…interesting woman.”
Lucius laughed outright. “Interesting doesn’t begin to describe that hellcat.”
Hermione’s eyes lit up. “You and Severus know her through the club, I take it?”
Lucius studied her for a minute, unsure what – if anything – Severus had told Hermione about the Russian beauty.
After a few seconds, he offered a rather conservative response, “She has been an infrequent regular for many years. Her husband is a typical unfaithful politician and after years of being depressed about it, but unwilling to seek divorce, she sought her own dalliances, which ultimately led her here.”
When Hermione realized he would say no more, she looked back at the forms on Severus’ desk. She would have to ask him about Natalia, as well. Somehow, she had forgotten all about the blonde until just now. She was pulled out of her thoughts by Lucius’ voice.
“Leave what you need to be filled out. I’ll see to it and make sure Severus gets it back to you,” he added.
“Alright. Thanks,” she responded simply.
Lucius watched as she stood and charmed her papers back into a manageable stack. He tried to keep his focus from migrating to the patch of exposed skin between the waist of her hip hugging jeans and the too small t-shirt that had crept up above her navel.
Rubbing his eyes and clearing his throat, he suggested, “You should have a desk, Doll. Here at the club, I mean.” He stood and looked around the room. “We have plenty room in here and the floo is connected to your apartment and your office.” After a pause he added somewhat proudly, “Besides, with all the money you just saved us, we can afford to charm more space if needed.”
Hermione laughed. “If you’re sure it wouldn’t be an inconvenience.”
“What wouldn’t be an inconvenience?”
Recognizing his voice, Hermione turned toward the door and beamed up at Severus.
Lucius was slipping off his work robes and responded before she had a chance to. “Hermione has possibly uncovered substantial tax overpayments, my friend.”
Hermione tried not to watch Lucius as he rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. He pulled the tie out of his hair, letting it fall loose. He had gone from work attire to Dungeon prowl attire in less than thirty seconds. He looked exactly as he had that first night he had approached her.
Severus stepped past Hermione, noticing the folders on his desk, his brows rose in curiosity. Lucius looked from Snape to Hermione and back again. “She’s doing great work for The Dungeon and it’s only right she have a comfortable place to spread out and get organized.”
Severus sat down at his desk. “I agree, Lucius.” He looked up at Hermione who was now leaning against his desk next to him. “I’m sure working at the table in my flat is less than ideal.”
Hermione suddenly felt a twinge of concern. Did Severus think she had been complaining? She liked working in his flat.
“It’s settled then. I’ll have a desk from Malfoy Enterprises brought in tomorrow.” Lucius announced.
Hermione offered the blond a nervous smile in thanks as her thoughts remained fixated on Snape and what he might be imagining had just gone down.
“Well, have a good night, you two.”
“Have a good night,” Hermione responded but her eyes remained on her lover. Hermione continued to move her forms out of Snape’s way. “How has your night been?”
“Busy, but uneventful,” he responded somewhat clipped and not looking at her.
“Well, I came down here looking for you but found Lucius instead.”
He didn’t answer.
“We could put a desk in your flat. I don’t really need to hang out down here. Besides, that way you could come up there and spank me on it occasionally,” she added coquettishly.
She felt relief when the corners of his mouth twitched. “That does hold some appeal.”
Unable to quell her curiosity from her earlier conversation with Lucius, Hermione asked, “Was Natalia a submissive of yours?”
She didn’t miss the subtle pause in movement of Severus’ hands. He looked up at her with a cocked brow. “Does that bother you?”
“Was she contracted to you?”
Snape was back to going though his mail. “No. I don’t make it a habit of contracting submissives. You are only the second one.”
Hermione knew that Britt was the other.
“Why are you asking about Natalia, pet?” he asked, tiredly.
“I’m just curious. She seemed rather…familiar with you and Lucius.”
Severus hesitated. “We’ve both known her a long time. Over the years she’s sort of become a friend in that we have spent time with her outside of scening.”
Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat. “Oh, okay.”
Seeing through her, Severus gently reprimanded, “Hermione, please don’t be jealous of women I was with before you came along.”
Hermione took a deep breath and quickly conceded the point. “No, you’re right, of course. I just…I find myself rather possessive of you right now.”
Severus pushed away from his desk and stood, pulling her into his arms. She relaxed into him, breathing in his scent. His voice was soothing. “I am yours, Hermione. No woman here, or anywhere else, interests me since you came along.”
Hermione peeked up at him. “I’m pleased to hear you say that.”
He sighed heavily. “I need to get back to the floor.” He tilted her chin up. “I’m glad Lucius suggested a desk for you here in the office. I’m only disappointed in myself for not coming up with the idea.” He kissed her forehead. “Feel free to use my desk tonight if you like, I won’t be needing it. I’ll see you upstairs later on.”
“I look forward to it,” Hermione responded as her doe eyes gazed up at him. His focus traveled to her collar where his finger brushed the stone before he turned and walked out.
A tired breath escaped Hermione as she noticed the clock. It was already ten-thirty. Deciding she really wanted a shower and to turn in, she began to pick up her folders as her eye caught a flash of white blond hair on one of the monitors. She watched with mounting uneasiness as Lucius engaged a pretty and curvaceous brunette. Knowing she should leave Lucius to his devices and put him out of her mind, Hermione did the opposite and watched with morbid curiosity as the young woman slowly began to show the signs of being a willing submissive.
The witch was demure but flashed a beautiful smile and seemed to laugh easily the more Lucius talked to her. Hermione knew this woman didn’t stand a chance. It was only moments later that the brunette nodded yes to Lucius and proceeded to follow him out of the main room and down the stairs. Hermione was able to pick up where he was leading her on another monitor. Room five was a room Hermione had not been in yet and she couldn’t look away, even after the door clicked closed.
She stared for a minute, her heart speeding up as she imagined what might be happening. Did he already have her pinned up against the wall? Was he already kissing her? Stop it, Hermione. This is unfair to you and it’s unfair to him.
“So, Lissanne, you said you liked the flogger?” Lucius asked the woman who was kneeling before him.
“Yes, sir,” the girl responded with an American southern accent.
“Tell me what else you like?”
“I like sucking cock.”
“Excellent, what else?”
“Umm, well,” she giggled. “My old boyfriend, he used to hogtie me on top of the hay bales in the barn.”
Lucius rubbed his eyes. “So, you like being tied up?”
“Sure, who doesn’t?” She giggled again, giving Lucius the first ping of a headache. He would put an end to her talking soon enough.
“How about gags? Do you like them?”
“Sure, I’m game.”
“Vaginal intercourse?”
“Well, yes, of course,” she snorted before giggling once again.
Did she really just snort? Lucius took a calming breath. He was desperate to scene. He had not been with a submissive since Hermione and it was long overdue. After spending time in the office with her, he needed a distraction. According to one of the other Dominants, this chatty American had a pussy that was a gift from the gods. She wasn’t a regular and had only been to the club a few times, but she came recommended so he would give her a whirl and do his best to show her a good time as well. She was very sweet yet somehow equally irritating.
“What are your safe words, pet?”
“Ohh, I like it when you call me that! Especially with that delicious English accent. I’ve been here for two months and you’d think I’d be used to it by now! But no! And if you talk dirty? Forget it! I’ll squirt like Old Faithful.” She giggled again.
“Your safe words?” He reminded her, a touch impatiently.
She thought for a second. “Umm, how ‘bout “stop” for stop and “slow-down” for caution.”
Lucius cocked a brow. Was this chit for real? “Fine, if you stay stop, we’ll stop and if you say slow down, we’ll reevaluate. Sound good?”
“Yes, sir. Sounds great.”
“Have you had any alcohol tonight?”
“Oh, no sir. I don’t drink and dally.”
“Well, then. From here forward you will address me as ‘sir’. You will not speak unless spoken to. If I ask you a question you will answer it swiftly and concisely. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You will safe word if necessary, understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
He began to circle her. “Well Lissanne, to start, I want you to remove your top and your bra.”
Lucius half held his breath, unsure if the woman would be able to follow a simple command. He was pleased when she kept quiet as she quickly divested her top.
“Keep your eyes on the floor, pet. Don’t look at me unless I tell you to.”
Her gaze quickly moved to the floor. He stood over her, the placket of his trousers tightening. She had rather large pert breasts that blended nicely with her curvaceous body type.
“Straighten your back and push out your chest. You have beautiful breasts.”
Lucius was slowly beginning to trust this might not be a waste of time when she did as instructed quickly and quietly.
One and a half hours later, Lucius was in his study with a firewhisky in hand. He rubbed his eyes, thankful the headache potion had worked.
He thought back on the scene that had ended less than thirty minutes ago. What a waste of time. It wasn’t the girl’s fault. She had been…fine. He could not complain. She had done everything he instructed. As a matter of fact, she seemed to really enjoy their interlude given that she orgasmed three times.
There was just one problem.
She wasn’t Hermione.
And while her skin pinked up beautifully to the slap of his flogger and her mouth felt good wrapped around his cock, she didn’t excite him. It had been a chore to get himself off. He had finally managed by fucking her so hard he thought he was going to break her.
At the end of the scene he gave her sparkling water and fed her cheese and fruit as they talked a while. While her accent was a little off-putting and she tended to ramble, she was actually quite lovely. He would not scene with her again, however.
He needed a submissive who could distract him from what he had already had. Someone who could make him forget. Perhaps a blonde next time. Someone tall. Maybe someone into a more intense type of play to help keep his mind from wandering. He used to be into the more extreme punishments.
He sipped his drink and stared into the fire. Maybe you need a dog. Jupiter had passed away over two years ago and he still missed the companionship. The thought brought him a slight swell of optimism.
He swallowed the last of the amber liquid from his glass and stood. Grabbing his cane, he headed upstairs and paused outside the suite that was Hermione’s. Opening the door, he was pleased to see the room held three arrangements of fresh flowers from his garden. Tinny was very good about following instructions and Lucius had yet to open the door and find the room lacking. Perhaps one night the witch would actually use it.
Shutting to door quietly, he walked the long hallway to the Master suite feeling more alone than he had in weeks.
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